Once the wedding was over, I went out to where The Kitten formerly known as Jewel was enjoying life on the farm with her mother. She was old enough to be on her own, and so I brought her home.
The first day she was here, it became evident that perhaps we had been precipitate in picking her appelation. In fact, we have large vase formed of copra that Jim acquired in the Philippines years ago. She insisted on climbing it, falling into it several times before we decided that perhaps it would be better if we turned it over.
She still likes to climb it — and everything else.
Interviewer: “Why do you climb the copra vase, little one?”
Kitten: “Because it is there!”
And so, she earned the name “Mallory” after George Mallory.
She has been here since Wednesday, and the relationship between her and Ruby is progressing.
In fact, she views Ruby as her new mother. It was very strange at first, as Ruby is the same color as her mother, and it apparently was very confusing that the furry warm being that was around had suddenly gotten so LARGE.
However, that did not deter her from viewing the canine person as her mother. And at the end of the day, she felt the need for a Mama fix. Oddly enough, Ruby was quite cooperative with this activity, much more cooperative than when the kitten was killing her tail or chewing on her feet.
I guess that the Mama fix was only comfort needed for the first few days she was away from her real mother, because today she hasn’t felt the need. But I thought it was awfully sweet the few days it was going on.